Bees like red. I move all the red items (the plastic
buckets, the ice cooler, my cup) to the far end of the table. But there are so
many things that are red or contain splotches of red. I can’t do it to
everything. My pen is red. My chair is red. The covers of all my books have a
lot of red. My bookmarks are red. The bees are still buzzing examining every
splotch of red to see if it may contain any nectar. I discover that if I kill a few
and arrange their carcasses around me then that will keep their sisters away or
so it seems. They are not that easy to swat. They don’t stay put long enough
for my apoidea cemetarium.
Only fools and
charlatans know and understand everything – Anton Chekhov
97% of Afghanistan’s GNP is derived from US and other
foreign sources
Narrative gives us the world, but
inexorably it gives us a false world – Michel Butor – Inventory, 1968 p16
The smell of camphor – mothballs. The previous campers must
have been unpacking their woolen wear I though. The neighbor complained about
the smell. I don’t come to the woods to
smell mothballs. When I pitched camp I thought there were just a few, but they
form a ring all around the site. Snakes, I was told. People scatter them about
to keep the snakes out. A fresh box of mothballs scattered on the ground
forming a ring. It was supposed to keep the snakes away. What snakes. I hadn’t
seen a snake in ages. A few dead ones run over in the road. Maybe it interferes
with their Jacobson organ I thought. They can no longer pursue their prey. But
their pray would not run out of the woods into an open gravel covered area
anyway – away from safety and into a place of danger. It was all nonsense. A
lot of campers do it. Besides they (the mothballs not the snakes) are poisonous
to the wildlife. I don’t like the woods smelling like the inside of my closet. Idiotic. Another example of Internet lore.
And indeed I was not visited by and snakes in the middle of the night.
The longing for clarity and simplicity in the face of
overwhelming complexity is as understandable as it is misguided – Mark C Taylor
– Confidence Games: money and markets in a world without redemption, 2004 p1
ISMS:
Governments: at the cost of everyone for the benefit of a
few
Private Enterprise: at the peril of everyone for the benefit
of me
Socialism: From each according to his ability to each
according to his need
P T Barnhamism: A sucker is born every minute
Public/Private Partnership: From each according to his capacity, to each
according to his power
Bourgeoism: From each according to his need to each
according to his greed
There are two kinds of saviors: those who want to soothe the
soul of the suffering and those who want to heal the sores of the flesh of the
suffering – Ngugi Wa Thiongo – Wizard of the Crow,
2007 p94
Science is the religion of democracy
The great enemy of clear language is
insincerity – George Orwell – Politics in the English Language. 1946
We accumulate
Then we die
We stop accreting
Hoarders don’t
They are zombies
Unliving – beyond their time
Out of space
When one hears the phrase ‘intelligent design theorists’, it
is perhaps tempting to understand ‘intelligent’ as referring to the theorists
themselves – Steven Poole – Unspeak, 2006
p50
85% of college graduates this year will probably move back
home
Silver rain condenses in gray around
here, puddled / And soaks the wax out of milk cartons trucks have smashed /
Flat. Strange neighborhoods are famous for phone poles – John Koethe – Domes,
1973 p37
Olive oil users are 41% less likely to have a stroke than
non-olive oil users
Electricity kills darkness,
candlelight illuminates it – Roger Deakin – Wildwood, 2007 p13
A replacement is no
Substitute
Only in economics
Where they
are
Infinite
And sports where they
Are limited
Are they the same
Substitutes have an
Institutional
existence
And must be
made
By the rules
Political acts are commonly overdetermined: there are many
reasons for them – Steven Poole – Unspeak, 2006 p81
A never incarcerated man has a 14% chance of making it out
of the bottom economic quintile. A once incarcerated man as a 2% chance.
A city is the sum of trajectories whose laws are different
for drivers and pedestrians – Michel Butor – Inventory, 1968 p36
To think is to lack faith; to have faith is to not to have
to think
To congratulate oneself for one’s tolerance is sometimes
actively to display distaste – Steven Poole – Unspeak, 2006 p29
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